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toughened bare feet so the cold
is recognized but does not, for a beat,
spread through my being when i step into light snow
i can dash to do what needs be and hurry back to shelter
without chill if i am quick
how i wish my anger knew such a buffer before erupting
Author of the Nandria Series, MaryJane is a retired family practice physician who grew up in the Midwest but now lives in the Pacific Northwest.